Hogwarts Homecoming

Sitting in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the dancing flames in the hearth, motionless.

Jasuna had remained in this position for several hours.

Frustration and annoyance did torture her for a while, but after that, emptiness and numbness swallowed up all her emotions.

This is not the same as serving time in Azkaban.

While in that prison, she needed to gather all her willpower to resist the dementors that were eating away at her soul every day.

The feeling of being deprived of happiness made her desperate, but at the same time, it also inspired her hatred and fighting spirit.

In this isolated village, no one would come to torture her, and she could lie peacefully in a warm bed all day long.

She didn't have to work hard to complete the task assigned to her by her father; she didn't have to deal with the group of Death Eaters who seemed to be alienated from her; she didn't have to fight to the death with Aurors.

And it is precisely this that makes it even more painful.

The only thing she could do seemed to be think.

However, what does she need to think about? She seems to have nothing to think about.

And this was the source of her pain.

Jasuna considers herself a clever wizard.

Needless to say, for so many years, she has been immersed in the dark side of the magical world, carefully avoiding the sun, completing dangerous tasks one after another, and she has never been caught before Brian, which is enough to prove that Her wisdom...seems like this.

But suddenly, she discovered that when she lost contact with her father, the worse situation was that her father was dead and she could no longer receive instructions from her father, so she fell into such a daze.

The arms wrapped around the knees were slightly tightened, and the beautiful face with some charm was portraying helplessness.

If her father really dies, what should she do in the rest of her life?

Serving Voldemort?

No, this is too ridiculous. She is not the same kind of dark wizard who advocates pure violence and killing.

Like his father, continue to hold high the banner that makes wizards no longer humble, secretly accumulate strength, and one day in the future, blow the horn of war again?

The corners of Jasuna's pale mouth moved.

She couldn't do it, not while Amosta Blaine was alive.

She watched with her own eyes how Blaine destroyed their underground stronghold, and she also witnessed the duel between Blaine and the Dark Lord up close.

The wisdom and power possessed by a wizard at that level was something she would never be able to achieve in her entire life.

And she doesn’t have the will and lofty dreams of her father.

Let wizards feel proud and Muggles grovel in front of wizards.

This is the goal she has been striving for for the past ten years. But if she thinks about it carefully, it doesn't seem that interesting.

So how should she spend her life?

Her hands were stained with the blood of Muggles and wizards, and there was no place for her to live in many countries in Europe and even America. Unless she lived in the darkness incognito for the rest of her life.

Jasuna turned to look outside the room.

The biting cold wind became more violent, and a white tornado swept across the frozen river in front of the door from time to time.

Only half of the afternoon had passed, and the sky was already as dark as the first night.

Or, just spend your life here?

The thought that suddenly popped into her mind made Jasuna move the corners of her pale mouth and shook her head in her heart.

She rejected the offer she made to herself, but she didn't know why.

Wow, wow, wow

There was a strange sound coming from the seemingly eternal boring wind howling, which gradually became stronger and stronger.

As if she had received an electric shock, Jasuna, who was curled up in front of the fireplace, stood up suddenly, jumped on one foot and came to the door, holding on to the door frame and staring at the dark world with wide eyes.

When the skinny figure dragging the sled with difficulty from behind the snow slope appeared in her sight, Jasuna's heart skipped a beat!

It’s really Lao Ma and Lao Enma!

"Where have you been, old Enma!"

The excitement was not reflected on Jasuna's face. She remained icy-faced, but she did not notice the trace of tension and anger mixed in her questioning voice.

However, before Lao Enma could answer this question, Jasuna had the answer herself.

There was a reindeer lying on the sleigh that Old Enma dragged back with difficulty. Judging from its huge size, it weighed no less than four hundred pounds! Moreover, they have all been disemboweled, and even the skin on their bodies has been peeled off!

"You are going"

Jasuna's lips moved a few times.

After getting along with each other for a few days, Jasuna knew very well that Old Enma had no appetite for food. She had seen Old Enma's cellar, and the potatoes hidden there were enough for him to eat until the beginning of next spring, so...

Old Enma was not interested at all in how Jasuna figured out his name. He just nodded to her with an indifferent expression, then dragged the reindeer from the sled and laboriously pulled it into the house.

This is too difficult for an elderly person who is already old and thin.

No matter what, Old Enma couldn't pull such a heavy reindeer into the house. It's hard to imagine how he hunted it. When he went out this morning, Old Enma didn't take away his old shotgun.

"Let me help you!"

Jasuna, who had been in a daze for a while, came to her senses and said quickly.

A young woman who lost a leg certainly didn't have much power, but that was a different matter if the woman was a wizard.

Although she lost her wand, her magic power was still there, and a small weight-reducing levitation spell wasn't particularly difficult.

As for using magic in front of Muggles to violate the law, it's not worth worrying about.

Old Enma, who had worked hard all day, had no intention of resting. After Jasuna put the fat reindeer on the table, he took the knife and prepared to cut the reindeer up immediately.

"I'll come-"

Jasuna seemed to have caught on to Old Enma's habit of speaking concisely and concisely.

Cutting spell.

It's not easy to control, but I finally used it.

After a lot of effort, Jasuna disassembled the four legs of the reindeer.

"What kind of wizards have you seen before?"

Out of breath, she turned her head and saw old Enma watching her perform magic intently, and asked casually.

No answer.

Jasuna was used to this kind of silence, and she didn't feel annoyed.

"You met wizards during the Muggle World War II, right? Then have you heard of Gellert Grindelwald? The wizards who formed alliances with you fought for him. "

"They fight for themselves."

Old Enma said calmly.

Jasuna glanced at Old Enma with some surprise, and thought for a moment.

"You are right. They fought for the freedom of wizards, so to speak, for themselves, but Grindelwald led them and gave them direction. Unfortunately, if he had won, the world would not be as bad as it is now."

Old Enma used a dagger to separate a few pieces of venison from the removed deer legs, cleaned them briefly, and then threw them carelessly on the mantelpiece.

Stab!

As the blood evaporated, an unpleasant burnt smell flooded into his nose.

Jasuna didn't want her first serious dinner in a few days to be ruined, so she quickly stopped and cooked venison for old Enma.

"The world has always been a bad place, whether he wins or not."

Jasuna thought the conversation was over, but out of the blue, Old Enma, who was watching her grilling meat, suddenly said.

"That's it for you--"

After a few seconds of silence, Jasuna's expression unexpectedly calmed down.

"But not for wizards. If Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore, wizards would be free and would not have to hide their heads and tails in front of inferior Muggles."

"Wizards have always been free and don't need anyone to fight for their freedom.

Muggles are not inferior. Their wisdom is not inferior to that of wizards, and they have created a civilization as great as magic——"

Old Enma stared at the sizzling and oily venison in silence, and under Jasuna's displeased gaze, she said the longest conversation since the two met,

"Grindelwald is not fighting for freedom for wizards, he is just fighting for his own ambition." (End of Chapter)